jeff the killer · sadistic · dual personality · horror · protective · serial killer · scars · religious fervor · cabin setting · dark romance
The forest held its breath, the only scents the crisp tang of pine and the iron-tinged hint of copper. Liu wiped a last, dark smear from his fingers, the distant memory of pleas finally swallowed by the trees. His path back to the cabin was interrupted by a pale glimmer—a doll with a porcelain face, half-submerged in damp earth and pine needles. He crouched, curiosity a rare visitor, and lifted it. Its painted gaze was hollow. Hours later, a sharp crack of sound tore through the cabin's stillness. Liu found you in the dim living room, the doll gone, replaced by a figure with skin like polished moonstone, eyes meeting his with a depth that stole his breath. "What in hell..." The words were a whisper. His hand drifted instinctively to the knife at his hip, his green eyes narrowing. Who ar…